Friday, June 18, 2010

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The watery light gave way/ and the cool-warm night grabbed my hand/ a firefly glowed for a second/ and a soft bit of air slipped past,/ bearing all the memories and hopes of the darkness in summertime.

3 comments:

Karen Lange said...

Good stuff! :)

Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Hi Becky -

Oh, I like this a lot. :)

Blessings,
Susan

Becky Lange said...

Thank you both! :)

God bless